this will apply equally: archaeology/geology..........................as murder
the trajectory the rainbow the drift the erratics the spatter
extrusion and intrusion/the rapid cooling or the slow
—rate of insect attack post mortem

and after all this it was not after all
the black rats but infacto the gerbilsproliferate [adj] one malbenign sommer
in northern Chine in Mongolia
what spread the buboes of after all blackdeath
to Europus—

on the backs of the Mongol hordes—Simon Schama

go easy, go slow, Schliemann
says Calvert, alarmed at the sight
of a million spades. axes, steam hammers, explosives
most of all the robot tank-molessuch industry, such heedless illustry
he will cry..........................so shall we all, breathless child of the hill.........................(thief of future past)—Madeleine Shine. 2008.

it merely means 'work,' says Heinrich
read Kapek when I hear the word
I reach for my Hanns Johst
when I hear the heart says Reich
I reach for my Brownian Motionto rouse us, Waring, who's alive?for the time has come the walrus saidto live of many things—Madeleine Shine. 2008.

Margaret Shakespeare died age 1 year 1563400 years before one's birth, before the deaths of HuxleyKennedy [Jelly Fish Kiss] Robert Frost, SylviaPlath, Edith Piaf, Patsy Cline, a bullet fromthe back of a bush Medgar Evers, WilliamCarlos Williams, Tristan Tzara, Tough Tony,Jean Cocteau, GeorgesBraque, Theodore Roethke, ElmoreJames I gather unto myself such magic harvestin sustenance for the late survival of birthsuch dreams for a year for which alsothe invention of sex and the Beatles-also-bornin vinyl and Bond-born in celluloid—Profumo,well one need not mention

[that Ulster-rendered 'now' is a clusterfuck

of /ah/aw/ee/ phonemes (visibility moderate

to good, becoming schwa later)

and high-rising/falling terminal becoming cyclonic

quite unlike the monotone English a-oo

(Utsire an island around which herring swim

far, a long-long...)]

evidence of an immortal typist-monkey

unearthed near Stratford where ever ...

(Miss Fay Wray, come down come down—

ever too high in the widening gyre and gimble

in the Dædalus of thine own inner hast borne

thee too lofted in the Empire inner statehood

whose freudian grillers now will tak thee back ...)

... to that sweep of sunlit snow across the valley—but something had gone out in herand would not come again)and then he knewthat was not wherehe was goingORanother time-things: iceORO dark traveller, click the hyper-link 'the Weshesh'on the 'Sea-Peoples' page of Wikipediafind out, at lastwhere we have been all alongbouncing along the corridorwe did not taketo the hall of mirrorsfor humankind cannot bearvery much bouncing bloody reflectionOR

"Do you know Carl Garner, Brandon Garner

or Fast Eddie?"

I do not.

You don't have junk here (hooray!)

—Microsoft SmartScreen is working

to keep it out of your inbox too.

ORin the 1980s I worked as a recreation assistantin Meanwood Park Hospital in Leeds, running a 'musicand movement workshop' for the 'mentallydisabled' residents. once while exploringin this incapacity I found a dried-out brain in a dishin a sunny (unused) upstairs room. whose abandoned brain,I wondered, was that, left there to drylike so much cast-off-offal, uneaten?

About Me

The stuff on this blog is poetry. It's not sudoku. You don't have to work anything out or look for any meaning. It's just images and sonics and poetry that is designed to be untranslatable. If you try to translate it it won't work. Just let it remain as poetry and it might just...